A Spy Among Friends Book Review Novels & Stories

Amy gladly accepted it, because Leah knew, financially, Jerome and Leah were much richer than Amy's husband, who turned out to be just a senior manager in the tax department. Leah jumped into Amy's car. "Where are we now?" asked Amy while driving her SUV. "Brooklyn," Leah replied curtly, her hands busy fiddling with her cell phone. Leah was right, her cellphone was hijacked to a spy app that connected directly to Jerome's cellphone. "We're not close friends, are we?" Leah snapped suddenly. Amy grimaced like someone who was caught lying, "Actually I want to be your close friend, but you are too exclusive and arrogant!" told Amy. Judging from her character, Amy seems to be an innocent and naiv

“Like I said the tea might have been just bad.” “Bullshit Lilith! We both know that’s bullshit.” He fully snaps at me finally yelling at the top of his voice and starling me. I’m left speechless again. As I thought he won’t budge, not even for me especially when he has his claws sunk on a lead. I had always known he would be one of my biggest issues being here, but the friendship we formed let all that cloud me of what I really was to him in reality An enemy spy.

He let his thought run wild and made the small spark of fire ignite. A traitor, that’s the worst. Because a spy is someone who is someone Victoria can discover at once, as they will enter your group with the objective to observe. It would be obvious. But if it is a traitor, that would be difficult. A traitor can be their friends or the person closest to them. If it’s a traitor, who is it that Victoria can’t bring herself to eliminate and passed the decision to him? Who is that person that she considered indispensable?

“We not check more.” I ran a hand down my face, exhaling sharply, then dragged my fingers through my hair. “Clean this place up. Dispose of the bodies.” Turning on my heels, I stormed out. Whoever was behind this was clever—dangerously so. They had influence somewhere. They had a contingency plan in case their mission went wrong. The men were loyal, too loyal. Death by cyanide didn’t scare them. I stared at the bodies, my mind racing. The spy was definitely close to me, but this level of obedience and loyalty didn’t come easily. There was something I was missing. Something big.

Theo might forgive her for it, but not me. I admired her once, I'll admit that. She was always so hardworking and dedicated to Damien. I wanted to be her friend, but there was always something about the way she looked at me that made me falter. At times, I sensed that she judged me for the being a spy, for working with Damien's enemies. She didn't let me in, that's the truth. She didn't want to be my friend. We'll never be friends and I've come to terms with that.

Viren replied averting his gaze from Aakash’s pleading ones, somewhat considering the do or die situation. Looking at the different faces of the spies on the laptop screen, Viren said “On my mark, press the button.” “Yes sir” came the replies of all the spies. 3 2 1 Now. Boooom. What do you think about today’s chapter? Let me know, what do you think about the story so far? Keep voting and commenting your views about the chapter. And please don’t forget to drop a gem in every chapter. Also please write a review on the cover of the book. It really helps my book to reach many readers

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Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

I went back upstairs. I lay in the dark and thought about files and the particular economy of trust — how it accumulates not through declarations but through small material exchanges, one at a time, in the right direction. She'd given me something. I'd given her something. We weren't friends. We weren't allies yet. But we were no longer strangers in quite the same way. The system, eventually: [Informant probability revised to 13%. Alliance probability: 81%. This unit notes you acted against direct self-interest for no calculable survival benefit. This is occurring with increasing frequency.]

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”